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This is a continuation from my last story — Movie Night — and includes some of the same characters. The first one isn’t required reading, but it provides some background.

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The bar was busy tonight, and loud. This was a small place that catered mostly to young professionals that lived in the neighbourhood. Sticky wooden tables surrounded the dancefloor, giving dancers and non-dancers a great view of one another. It was just past 11 on a Saturday and a bunch of us were out celebrating a friend’s birthday. I was on the packed dancefloor with my friend, Noor, jamming to some old school hip hop. We met years ago at my first job after university and managed to stay close even as we both moved on in our careers. This might have something to do with the fact that we were both the only staunchly single women in the friend group, favouring the variety the big city had to offer more than stability. As all the other ladies and most of the men coupled up, we remained the last bastion of singledom in the group, often going out on our own while everyone else was doing date night or watching the kids.

Noor is petite like me, but I’m athletic and she’s busting out. I am the definition of “more than a handful is a waste” and she is “dangerous curves ahead”. At that moment, I was appreciating her abundance. She was all rolling hips and jiggling breasts under a flowy silk crop top. Every few minutes, I casted my gaze over to Devon sitting at a table with everyone else. It had been two weeks since he, our friend James, and I had our impromptu threesome. Our friendship hadn’t changed in that time, in fact, we acted like it never happened. The three of us still joked around on our group chat every day, but no one seemed to want to bring it up. We just let it go. This was the first time I was in the same room with him. He gave me a warm, if not slightly awkward hug hello when I arrived, but we didn’t get a chance to talk. Noor grabbed me as soon as we broke the hug, put a shot in my hand, and dragged me to the dancefloor. She was sick of waiting for everyone else who needed a few drinks in them to dance.

Noor was all tits and ass, and nearly everyone in the bar had half an eye on her. But she was looking at me, as I distractedly watched Devon. She tracked my gaze and leaned into me, yelling into my ear.

“So you and Devon finally fucked, eh?” I blinked at her, was it that obvious?

“Don’t worry,” she continued, “I don’t think anyone else suspects anything. But I can’t believe it took you so long. You’re both such sluts.” She laughed, her breath tickling my ear.

“How was it?” She cocked her ear towards me for the answer. I felt myself get hot as I remembered how talented Devon was, how he knew exactly how to use his large cock and his tongue. His strong hands holding me where he wanted me. My eyes glazed over.

“He was incredible. Exactly as good as you’d think.”

Noor put her hands on my shoulders and pressed into me, “I want ALL the filthy details.” She kept close after her statement. I became super aware now of her body bumping against me, her soft breasts pressed against mine, and the fact that I, now completely horned up from the memory of a couple weeks ago, was softly grinding my hips against her. She grinned and stretched her arms over my shoulders, holding me in a loose embrace and grinded right back against me. We danced like this a lot and I always got a little thrill out of it, as I’m sure she did, too. The both of us would get each other all excited, attract that attention of most of the people in the room, and leave separately with two lucky strangers at the end of the night.

I loved this girl. Noor was one of the most carefree and fun women I knew, and we always shared stories of our conquests without judgement. She never seemed shocked by my stories, or jealous, like some of our other friends. We treated each other with mutual admiration. “Anyway, so are things weird between you two now?” Snapping back to reality, I looked up to where Devon had been sitting. He ankara dansöz escortlar wasn’t there anymore.

“I dunno…” I trailed, “We haven’t really had a chance to talk about it.”

I had my arms around her waist now. Anyone seeing us would assume we were together, rather than two friends just having a fun, flirty time. She leaned back a bit and I saw her gaze flit behind me for a split second, her eyebrows raised and her lips pursed. I felt two hands grasp my hips and a tall, hard body press into me. A pair of lips pressed against my ear.

“Jesus, how many of your friends are you going to fuck this month?” Devon’s voice rasped.

My body gave an involuntary shiver as it remembered the last time I had him so close. He kept his hands on my waist and started swaying to the music.

“Ooh!” Noor exclaimed, “Are you actually going to DANCE with us, Devon?” She grabbed his wrists and put his hands over mine on her hips, pulling us even tighter together, if that was possible. “Seems like more than a few things are changing around here!”

I was feeling light-headed. The shot was doing its job and I was sandwiched between Noor’s soft, gyrating body and Devon’s hard, muscled physique. I felt my pussy flush, activated by the feel and smell of two of my hottest friends. My face was already tucked into Noor’s neck and I heard myself say, “Why don’t we all go to your place and we can tell you all about it?” She smiled at me wickedly, grabbed both our hands and marched us off the dancefloor, passing by our puzzled friends, and out to the cool night.

Noor’s condo was a quick walk from the bar, it was one of the many highrises full of young singles in the area. I spent a lot of nights passed out on her couch when I wasn’t catching a late night taxi from someone else’s bed. The three of us were on that couch, more old school hip hop playing on the TV in front of us.

“So how much did you tell her?” Devon asked, leaning forward so he could look past Noor to me.

“Not much,” I said into my glass of wine, “She figured out on her own that you and me hooked up.”

“Oh, JUST you and me?” Devon smiled.

Noor perked up and turned her head back and forth to look at us. “Was there someone else?” she teased, a smile creeping across her face.

“Yeah, it was her, me, and James.”

“JAMES?!” Noor choked, “But he always seems so innocent and sweet!”

She gasped, “Is that why he didn’t come tonight?”

“No no no,” I said, “He actually does have to work in the morning. We’re cool, I think.”

“So… how did it start?” said Noor.

“Well,” Devon started, staring deep into her eyes, “We were watching a movie on my couch, sitting together just like this.” He took her glass of wine out her hand and put it on the coffee table, “Then she,” he glanced at me and lightly held her wrists aloft, “Put her hands on us.” He placed each hand on his and my thighs, “Like this.” And he moved her hands up towards his groin and up my bare thigh, under my short skirt. Noor turned to me.

“You are SO dirty.” She cooed, as she gave my thigh a little squeeze.

“It felt natural in the moment.” I said softly, my eyes on her hand.

I looked up at Noor’s lips. They were slightly parted, expectant. From behind her, Devon pulled her curtain of straight, black hair to the side and began kissing her neck. She let out a slow breath and closed her eyes. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers. I softly sucked on her lower lip, tasting the wine on it. Devon’s arm snaked around her waist, his hands smoothing over her stomach, brushing against the underside of her breasts. I placed my hand on her thigh, sliding my fingers up and down softly, as she did the same to me. For a moment I thought about my night with Devon and James, about how amazing it felt being enveloped in their dual attention. It thrilled me to think she was feeling that now. Devon kissed down her jaw, towards our lips. I broke our kiss to find his mouth, his kiss urgent where hers was slow and soft.

Devon reached elvankent saatlik veren escortlar over Noor and pulled me closer, so much that I ended up straddling her lap. She ran her hands up the back of my thighs and squeezed my ass under my skirt. I went back to kissing her, her tongue moving against mine in sync with her hands massaging my ass. I put my hand on Devon’s pants, feeling his hard cock under the fabric. He groaned. He lifted Noor’s top over her head and took that opportunity of our break to press his lips against hers. Kissing her hard. I pushed my hands up and teased Noor’s large nipples, visible through her thin, gauzy bra. It was a sexy number with black trim and a sheer mesh over her breasts. Clearly, she was planning on showing this off to someone tonight.

I slide my ass down her thighs and kneeled on the ground in front of her. My fingers hooked into the straps of her bra, sliding them down her arms. The flimsy fabric hung limp under her gorgeous tits and I eagerly lay my tongue flat against her left nipple before sucking it into my mouth and eliciting a soft moan. She put her hands through my hair and pulled me closer. I licked from one nipple to the other, pausing to suck and tease before returning back.

Meanwhile, Noor had freed Devon’s cock from his pants and was sliding her hand up and down the shaft. I moved over to him and took his cock in my mouth and began sucking on the head, Noor’s hand working below me. Devon looked down and took a long hard breath in through his teeth, his face awash in lust. He lifted Noor’s skirt, revealing a matching set of panties, the mesh covering a trim, wet pussy. He dove his fingers under the fabric, and began rhythmically rubbing her clit in circles, her hips rising and falling in encouragement.

At this point, my cunt was on fire and desperately needed some attention. I got up on my knees on the couch beside Noor and bent down so I was leaning over her legs, my face back in Devon’s lap. I wiggled my hips and had to stifle a giggle, I felt so ridiculous. Thankfully, Noor got the hint right away and started running her hands up and down my inner thighs, just barely brushing against my burning slit. I whined, my mouth open in frustration, which prompted Devon to softly guide me back to his cock. As I resumed sucking, she slid my panties off, the air suddenly cool against my hot, wet skin. Her fingers found my clit and started rubbing softly, letting me grind my hips back against her to get the pressure I wanted. The room filled with passioned moans. All of us in our private paradise together.

Noor’s fingers rubbed me rhythmically and picked up speed. I pushed back against her, losing my focus on Devon’s cock. He coiled his fingers in my hair and took control, moving my mouth up and down as I moaned in pleasure. My orgasm hit me hard, I squeezed every muscle in my body and felt wave after wave ripple through me. Noor took her hand off my sensitive pussy and pulled down the zipper at the back of my top. I sat up as she pulled it off, revealing my bare tits and rock hard nipples. She gently guided me onto my back and climbed on top of me, her soft mouth and soft tits massaging mine.

Devon stood up and began the very important task of removing his clothes. He snapped off her bra and pulled her skirt down and off. Noor kissed down my body, making sure to pay attention to my sensitive nipples. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of my skirt and held my gaze as she slid it off. I looked up to see Devon watching, standing at the side of the couch, his large shaft at full attention. He ran his fingers down her back and stopped at her waist. He yanked her hips back, which brought her ass right up to his cock, and her mouth right to my throbbing pussy. She moaned as Devon worked behind her, teasing her pussy with the head of his cock. I watched her grind her hips back and forth, enjoying the need and the tension. She bent her head down and slowly traced every inch of my pussy with the tip of her tongue.

“Mmmmm,” etimesgut azeri escortlar she hummed as she tasted me, her tongue vibrating deliciously. Devon and I locked eyes, his jaw stiff as he struggled not to lose control. His eyelids fluttered as he pushed into her, making her pause her movements. She lifted herself up on her hands and knees, her mouth ajar in ecstasy as he pumped into her hard and slow. He wrapped her hair around his fist and pulled her head back. I watched her tits sway back and forth as she half gasped and half laughed, her beautiful body doing its best work. Devon pushed her head back down, back into my slick cunt. She attacked me with her tongue and lips, losing the gentleness she started with. I felt one finger, then two enter me as she lapped at my clit, fucking me as hard as Devon was fucking her now. I felt the pressure building again, her tongue and fingers hitting all the right spots, her moans and the the slap of Devon’s hips against her ass toppling me over the edge. She let out a long, muffled yell and I followed suit, both of us burning in rapture.

“Bed. Now.” Noor said dully, her mouth shiny with my cum. The three of us stumbled to her bedroom, and Devon collapsed on his back. His wet cock slapped against his stomach and bounced back up. I climbed on top of him and ground my drenched slit up and down his shaft, my juices mixing with hers. Noor snuggled up next to him and started kissing him, her body still trembling from the orgasm. I pushed Devon’s cock into me and delighted at his gasp while in her embrace. He filled me up, just like I remembered. I rode him slow and deliberately, still recovering from my own orgasm, little aftershocks hitting me every few seconds. Devon kept bucking up, trying to make me pick up the pace, but I held his hips down as best I could, making him enjoy my slow torture. He grunted in frustration.

Noor pulled away from him to investigate and saw me with my cheeky grin, holding his hips down. She matched my expression and hopped up on her knees. She straddled Devon’s head and grabbed his sandy hair in her fist. She lowered her pussy down to his mouth, his groans going from exasperation to pleasure. She panted and rolled her own hips slowly, grinding his tongue against her most intimate flesh. I admired her gorgeous ass as it moved back and forth, her curvy hips flaring out from her small waist deliciously. Devon’s protests died away, he was completely under the thrall of us working over him. As if we both felt his surrender, Noor and I moved faster and faster. I began pounding my pussy into Devon’s body, and she moved her hips in double time, her ass jiggling wildly. Devon’s hands were grasping her hips hard, helping her use every bit of him. His cock got even stiffer and thicker somehow as I rode him as hard as I could. I enjoyed the extra bit of girth, the walls of my pussy clenching and stretching around it. His cock exploded inside me, my pussy suddenly fuller, wetter, hotter. I sat still on his softly pulsating cock, feeling our sex seep out of me. Devon’s hands dropped to his side, but Noor kept going, eager to get one more orgasm out. Clearly his tongue wasn’t as relaxed as the rest of him as she began bucking her hips hard, letting out one more long, high moan. I reached around her and pinched her nipples hard as she came, prolonging the climax.

We both collapsed onto the bed, Noor nuzzled between Devon and me. I softly massaged her large breasts and wondered how I managed to have never played with them before. Devon turned to his side and gave Noor a long, soft kiss. He propped himself up on his elbow and leaned down to give me a kiss, the taste of Noor’s pussy all over him. Her taste elicited a small twinge of arousal between my legs.

“Do any of you feel weird about this?” she asked.

“Nope,” I breathed.

“Not me,” Devon echoed.

“Good.” She declared.

Devon’s breathing became slow and deep, completely spent from the evening’s activities. Noor’s ass pushed back against me as I softly traced my fingers around and around her nipples. I pushed my thigh between her legs and she worked her hot, wet pussy against it. As she let out a soft whimper, Devon released a long, low snore.

“What a lightweight.” I whispered into her neck as a I drifted my fingers down. For us, the night was just beginning.

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